“Let it be, Durgesh.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sternly, “The beasts have massacred innocent persons in the name of Islam. They must be punished publicly as much, as dastardly, as to terrorize their other colleagues we couldn’t arrest yet.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–JannatĦazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, went on,
“Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you give it to me over the couch, watched you slam your thick ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest UncutHinduLund into my tight young Musalmān snatch. She came again listening to me squeal about how deep you were and how hard you were fucking me. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān went to bed that night and dreamed of being on her knees for you. First sucking a hot load from your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest UncutHinduLund then letting you pound away on her PanjvaqtahNamāzī young Saåūdī ÅrabWahābīMusalmānChoot!”

“I see.” I said gravely.

“That’s just what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wants to do!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was breathing hard causing her perfect Saåūdī ÅrabWahābīMusalmān tits to rise and fall with her breaths. “She comes into our room and sees us fucking. She tells you to keep your UncutHinduLund out and sit down.”

Leaning forward she braced her hands on the desk and with no hesitation I spread her cheeks and plunged my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest UncutHinduLund into her hot little Musalmān slit.

I drove my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest UncutHinduLund in and out as hard as I could while tracing her clit in hard fast circles with my it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must have been as turned on as I was because I could already feel her young Musalmān ass trembling against my lap as my UncutHinduLund caressed her throbbing Musalmān button.

“Oh, Durgesh,” she groaned, “Oh, Anant MuslimātchodHinduPiyā, right there! Look at you making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel so good! You keep fucking and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will give you a treat, would you like that?”

“I bet you will because if you make me cum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is going to suck on your nice hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest UncutHinduLund! Would you like that? Would you like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to give you a blow job? Want her to get on her knees and Oh fuck yeah!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed and began thrusting her hips, driving her Musalmān pussy on around my UncutHinduLund.

Her legs tightened up and as her pussy contracted around my thrusting UncutHinduLund, she released a long loud wail that made me glad the air was on and my window was shut.

I thought Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going to go slow and tease, but instead Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened wide and took my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest UncutHinduLund all the way down to my balls.

I cried out in pleasure then moaned when she started sucking me fast and hard.

I grabbed the back of her head and began guiding her beautiful young Musalmān mouth up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest UncutHinduLund and moaned, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, oh that feels so good!”

It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.

As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.

It was a multi-story building.

None knew how many stories it had.

They said it was an endless building.

No one believed it.

How a building could be endless.

It was certainly a publicity strategy.

It was the tallest building nevertheless.

The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.

Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.

Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.

It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.

“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*

“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”

“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” PriyavratChaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*